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Listen ! Let me tell you a story.
I've bore witness to Pain, as i've also seen Pleasure !
Laying it's marks on the plains of my shoulders.
II
Pay attention ! And hear me well.
I've seen Lies, and i've heard the Truths.
I've seen Lies in their truths,
As the truths in their lies slope down on the premium of my laps.
III
Calm your nerves ! And don't get it mixed up.
I've heard about Existence, and i also believe in Nothingness.
But i haven't seen the Essence of life despite our Existence ,
When after Death everything becomes Nothingness.
Just like i've seen Birth but haven't felt Death,
But I've seen death seeping from the last breath of enemies and lovers Health.
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Relax ! 'Cause i know you are confused.
I am human and i believe in Existence.
'Cause i've perceived Doubt, and i've also exhibited Faith.
As i relay my Fears in the realm of my Courage.
And my Courage proved nothing to the world even jn the midst of my Fears,
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Believe me or not, It's your Choice !
That I've seen the World, and i've heard it's Words.
That I've seen its Storm wailing, and I've experienced its Stillness.
That life is a Circle, as it continues to roll.
And everyone will get to experience its sides
As you'll hear it's Tales and see it's Proofs.
You'll Smile at its Praise and Frown at its Blame,
You'll Run from its Error, and Walk into yet another Terror.
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But if you want to know more, as life itself has more to give.
Journey with me, And i will tell you another story.
Lie here with me, and i will show you it's Legends,
Dine with me, and i will tell you it's Tales and explain its Folklores,
As you've prepared to hear the Unseen,
And eventually you will see the Unheard!
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I
Listen ! And let me speak.
I have killed people as i massacre Legion with my pen,
I made the reflection of their weirdest moment,
Be the torment even in their morning sleeps,
As evil unveils from them and they care not to see the pain of others.
II
I am not a wicked being born out of harmless soul,
Nor am i a wicked soul raised from the blossom of the harmless,
But i feel the tangled pain resonating within my spirit,
As i got hooked and choked by it, huge enough to break my spirit.
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So anytime i speak, the volumes linger on.
When the dictions flow through my pen,
They feel the pain too and shed the tears behind closed doors,
They look at me in the open and call me a SADIST,
For i write to grieve and shed the non-existing tears.
IV
To my friends and foes, poets and poetess.
I have carved my words again like the pen of a ready writer,
This war shall persist for as long as the sky remains blue,
They will hurt me by their actions,
And evil will crawl on them seeping from my pen.
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They shall weep and blood will flow saying byes to tears,
They will see no evil, they will hear no evil,
But they will speak of evils for they will feel my evils,
As i begin to wreck their protagonist in their dreams,
Raising the flags of their villian in their realities.
VI
I am not a SADIST !
I just live by the Hammurabi Laws.
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THOMAS OLUUWATOSIN
TEE-THOMAS (IG- Fearless_Lines)

I
Days begin to pearch as the calls begin to roll through,
I left it unpicked but responded to the text coming through.
I placed the footprint in my heart and retard the fingerprint.
II
I chew off your name like the air in me,
I pledged my allegiance to your lies and bear no witness to your truth,
I handled your love as nothing and treat your hate like jewelry.
III
I live my life unconsciously and it turns you off consciously,
You feel i do not care, but i still know your birthday.
You feel i care, but i still can't remember your flavorite song.
IV
I set my focus on your errors and ignore your perfection,
You accused me of this but I'm still not aware of it.
But now it appears i broke your heart,
And within me it's not something i planned,
For my candle couldn't see beneath itself,
And the more i rip you off till the end.
V
Now all i feel within me is there's a lover somewhere,
Unknown admirer that is unknown to me,
Or known admirer yet unknown to me.
VI
My apologies i relay to you for the time past,
My mistakes i wish i could withdraw,
The truth I've aired to you where ever you may be,
For someone else will love you back,
But someone isn't me!
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THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
TEE-THOMAS (IG - Fearless_Lines)

I
You are the true reflection of the stars that lures my sight to the beauty of the night,
You are the perfect posture of the rainbow in the sky that makes me appreciate colours,
Your simple gestures give me reasons to long for rightful words coming deep within me,
The words i shall use to define you!
II
Let me draw your kind to the reflection of my thought,
Let it flow within the rhythm of my muse,
Let me paint you with my words,
Let my ink spill on papyrus and cuneiform to describe you.
III
A chant for you that sparks up your true eulogies,
A lullaby to calm your nerve to put you to sleep,
An handful amount of cowries to bid your price,
A coin i shall pay to the boat man to sail me across to you to walk you down the aisle,
For your face is enough to behold!
IV
No other thought reigns better in me,
Hearts may beat around but none like y inours,
Faces i might have encountered but yours is a true pattern of your smile,
In it, nothing more, nothing less.
V
Nothing more to behold,
Nothing less to beseech,
Nothing but a piece of true reflection of my muse,
Nothing but a complete perfection of my definition of you!
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THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
TEE-THOMAS ( IG- fearless_lines)[center][/center]

I
At what point in life are we to die?
How many of us will pass by?
Just for our best intentions to be seen,
Or for the greatest problem to be felt from it.
II
At what point will our voices echo in a terrain of no return?
How many of our voices will be seized or silenced?
Before the words that lie beneath be heard,
Or burst like a grenade in space.
III
How many will resurrect for many to know we live to die?
How many of illiterates will become literates?
To know that science is not the answer to everything,
And among the literates,
Who knows not that education has no keys to life's mysteries.
IV
How many of my lies must be heard?
And how many of lies must be accepted as truth just for pleasures delight?
How many of my truth will be used against me?
Just for the natural hatred we nurtured for years in our veins to emerge.
V
How many will be ready to answer all these questions?
Knowing fully well that "How many" has been the most common word in this poem,
Since the sight of men are blocked with fogs of criticisms.
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Well, at this juncture,[center][/center][center][/center] i leave you to this.
Delve into it's realm for i know you may not have the answers.
But i need you to know that life naturally has no questions for you,
But you must be ready to give answers to the unasked questions,
For we don't need to experience war before it dawns on us,
That Existence is not a game,
It is for a PURPOSE!!!
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THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)
©2020

Goodness gravitates towards everyone for no one is destined for a life of no miracles, but in the same vein goodness may also flee if not braced by proper support.

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Life has been felt as death unfolds,
And death has truly been seen as life revolves.
As now i can see the true nature of this agent in a mirror,
Like the Trident of a Trojan warrior,
Seeking for the seat of a throne.
II
She poised into every living thing,
Scooped the minds of objects,
Hoping to end the terrace of human by a simple touch through her infirmities.
III
She claims to be the death that rises from the life in human,
And the very life that separates the dead from the living,
She proves to be the unburied death resurrecting back to life.
IV
But then the adherent of this realm believes
That you can only get saved by simple ablution and social distancing,
To turn off foes and friends waiting not to see the humor on their faces.
Parent against their children in no desire to see their return from their sojourned lands.
V
Indeed, the scent of nature has turned against human,
For they could not inhale the breeze by the mask they carry.
She is the true entity beyond the world of forms.
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She is the religion that is strong enough to shut down any other form of beliefs,
The perfect gestures stronger than the heart warming hand shakes and hugs,
The very culture that unites all nations irrespective of their tribes and creeds,
She is Covid-19 and she is a Virus!
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THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
TEE-THOMAS(Fearless Lines)

I
To myself of fearless Lines,
For the lady in my visions of souless soul,
My marks i must relay as i lay off my confession,
From the very core of my stomach purging my diets.
II
Your passings my wish,
Your words a pure soulful bliss,
Not on papyrus or cuneiforms seeping from your pen,
But on the very tablet of my heart,
The pamphlet of my soul.
III
I'm moved by you as your legs are wide open,
As they spilled the lyrics of your dance move.
And as your tongue in line with mine,
Salivating the gestures of our words of intimacy.
IV
My hardened soul breaks off its yoke,
At the slightest core of my passing to your vulnerable soul,
Making the twins on your chest pumps up as i nailed you on.
V
Making our pace to the rhythm of our hearts,
The sweet dialect of our sweetest moans,
And the undivided sigh and ecstasy of our orgasm.
VI
As I've relayed my confession,
I bless the communion with the holy king james version dialect,
That if thou me reigneth in the next world,
And thou you cometh in the next life,
Thou cometh a poet lover.
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THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)